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went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!

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went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove

Yes.

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165/250, 85 ARP to go
I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff

I actually do have a real life, I just don't remember what the password to it is...

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I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the

Enjoying my new life in California :)

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I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable,

I actually do have a real life, I just don't remember what the password to it is...

125
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Level 7
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1312/2147482148, 2147480836 ARP to go
I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion

Yes.

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Level 4
665 ARP
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165/250, 85 ARP to go
I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother

127
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Level 3
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33/250, 217 ARP to go
33/250, 217 ARP to go
I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis.

I actually do have a real life, I just don't remember what the password to it is...

128
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Level 7
2812 ARP
1312/2147482148, 2147480836 ARP to go
1312/2147482148, 2147480836 ARP to go
I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was

Spring break!

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This story is epic!

Spring break!

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2904/2147482148, 2147479244 ARP to go
I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off

I don't try to be awesome, It's natural! So are potatoes, potatoes are natural :l

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I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult,

I actually do have a real life, I just don't remember what the password to it is...

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Posted Tuesday, May 1st, 2012    Quote This Post
Level 7
2812 ARP
1312/2147482148, 2147480836 ARP to go
1312/2147482148, 2147480836 ARP to go
I might as well join in....


I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly

"A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities." ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

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Level 7
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3463/2147482148, 2147478685 ARP to go
I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.

My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.

Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.

I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade

134
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Level 7
1896 ARP
396/2147482148, 2147481752 ARP to go
396/2147482148, 2147481752 ARP to go
I went upstairs to remove a fallen grandma from a pimp ready to talcum powder slap someone after she died. I then ran from the devil named Jeff shortly after tripping over a little dwarf, That had a very very little monitor that was 7" in length and 2" tall! I decided I would go out to get breakfast with someone who only eats catfood with ketchup and told me this: I know where you can find a yellow unicorn with a giant pickle on his One sunken eye. Then he had An attached jetpack explode. Miraculously, he survived the blast of a little tactical nuclear missile which luckily was a goat. I saw a kid doing backflips and picking his nose on the road that was closed. He caught me dancing with several tiny pink gorillas that looked like William Shatner's nipples were on FIRE. It was then burnt into my brain forever remaining the one thing I can't remember while sniffing bananas.
My Alienware exploded into super models with blonde hair, the babes approached with extremely big feet and egos, only matched by the internal thoughts that I the most badass creature of all miniature BF3 soldiers would die alone in their puddle of red hot burning lava that smelled like my left-over meatloaf. Anyway, the alienware was my old table which I ate without any fear breakfast on, so after I bought a sandwich from a hermaphroditic leprechaun, I cooked a melon with olives.
Every time I think back on my Granny's pimp, it gets me madder than a my little pony. I just want to pimp-slap the monkey's out of William Shatner's toupee and roll out his priceline negotiator while Trekkies everywhere gently rubbed vaseline mixed with Heinz57 and gasoline on my back during a dress-like a Klingon event. Luckily I had Ninja powered bike which allowed me the most badass ride minus warp-drive. I escaped due to my enlarged ear which could hear the devil jeff wacking it off.
I shouted loudly: "HEYYYY YOUU GUUUUYYYSS!" And quickly drove off a cliff while drinking the massively powerful, unbelievable, Amazing dance potion brewed by his godmother, Jamie Lee Curtis. Luckily I was punting my cat off, re-inventing the cat-a-pult, when there suddenly was a parade of mythical creatures

Yes.

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Level 4
665 ARP
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165/250, 85 ARP to go
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